Black coffee sweatArmpits moldy Whisky shit Eyes varicose gray
Wrinkled knee caps Nits clinging Scabby lips Nose drips red
Bones protrude white Cavities hungry Purple nails Crescent-shaped spine
Nappy curled sweater Underwear cut Soulless shoes Shit-stained pants
Stomach scraping whining Fingers fumbling Cracked toes Fissures pulsing pain
Mind body numb Spirit fighting Choked heart Hands stretched searching.
One kiss.Give it away never take it back One kiss can change a life Suck you up like a tornado A force spiraling out of control Spit you out with desiccated lips Lick you up with soft wet tongue Turn you into putty, into something To be molded and mended and Broken. We exist for kisses We cry for them We kill for them. Seeking foreign mouths Though we can kiss Ourselves, hands toes arms legs Every part but the most important. Not everything comes from the inside Not everyone comes from the outside Why don't we write love letters To our own hearts? Kiss our own wounds Lap up our own blood? We would be safer No longer risking our flimsy lips To the abyss of another's.
My heart pumps Sticky red, thick red, thin red And other things Fear becoming pain and longing Love becoming joy and hope. I know no end only eternity I cannot replace all fear with all love I sit with what is Flowing like a river or a highway Endlessly until the curtain falls and I am Dead. But I am not only Dead I am only somewhere else Unseen, unknown Far away and every where. My heart No longer animated by spirit Rots or burns, no longer bleeds Unfeeling but all knowing. I am invisible, like oxygen In the clouds, the rain The grass, the flowers, the trees, the light Melting expanding deepening widening Changing transforming evolving Like ice becoming water Like water becoming steam Like pain becoming joy Like longing becoming hope Like fear becoming love. My heart Pumps, for now.
Fog.
A bride's white veil
Gray as marriage
Blinding like love.
Smoke from a fire
A fire in heaven
While our eyes were closed.
Kissing trees
Obscuring illusion
Keeping us from one another.
On the other side
A storm brews
Cut with time.
Earth becomes a dream
Water turns ethereal
I stay home.
"Hints of Heaven" by Lucy Miller Robinson
The sun breaks over the horizon Lighting up the billows The candy-colored sky, A strip of pale sunshine in water Quivers and reflects and glows Boundless like me. We are gradients of ice into light Blue becoming red, While the clouds grant us hints of heaven Always leaving Always coming.
For the skies Though they cry
We are protected from their blows.
For the earth
Though she ails
Our food still grows from her.
For the trees
Though we cut them
They breathe out what we breathe in.
For the dandelions
Though we pull them
They multiply for the sake of our nourishment.
For the roses
Though we possess them
They infuse our homes with beauty.
For the water
Though we poison it
It flows to quench our thirst.
For the bumble bees
Though we fear them
They spread sweetness where it's needed.
For the spiders
Though we kill them
They catch flies because we cannot.
For the animals
Though we abuse them
They play with us, feed us, love us.
For the small farms
Though the government has failed them
They haven't failed the earth.
For the cities
Though war ravages them
They rise up, striving for change.
For the global economy
Though greed afflicts it
It will soon die and be reborn.
For technology
Though we lean heavily upon it
It has brought us together.
For old friends
Though we've drifted
They will always be a part of who we are.
For best friends
Though we never have enough time
The time we do have spreads across lifetimes.
For family
Though we leave so much unsaid
The hugs we share say everything.
For children
Though we tarnish you with expectation
You are the most perfect, fallible creatures.
For true loves
Though we take you for granted
You make us better.
For the dreamers
Though you see darkness
You look towards the light.
For love
Though you rip hearts
You fill them and mend them.
For Thanksgiving
Though we eat too much
We unbutton our pants and eat more.
My Thanksgiving table, though I did not host Thanksgiving at my home.
VenomSlithers and slices Shoots and fights.
Nature Nurtures and suckles Shackles and kills.
The living Desperate to matter Thirsty for more.
The dead Are gone to us But where did they go?
Other dimensions Far and near As real as this one.
The unknown One step ahead We'll never catch up.
Fear Feeds on the unknown Festers in the faithless.
Faith The only way To be okay.
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The end of the world happens every day
Babies forget to breathe, bombs dive.
I kissed a tree
And sat down to write one thousand words.
Armored mechanical angels swooped by in formation
Creating traffic in the air
A celebration of freedom, a spectacle of man's wit.
Here, we laugh at the angels.
There, we cry.
World peace remains hidden beneath ego's shroud
Because we look for power on earth
Instead of setting our sights on the moon.
Children.Your continuation, But not your selves.
Babies. Helpless But pure.
Little girls. Fanciful But exquisite.
Little boys. Unruly But courageous.
Teenagers. Cunning But brilliant.
Grandparents. Willful But wise.
Mothers. Birthers But not creators.
Fathers. Pollinators But not masters.
Parents. Controlling But combusting with love.
Families. Grow up But they never forget.
Sleep. Tick tock
Tick tock.
One hour passes
And another.
I lie
Awake.
Memories
Walk across
My consciousness.
I entertain them.
Wicked shapes
Brilliant disclosure.
Awake.
Thoughts.
Spiraling tempest
Magnetic eyes
Grabbing my attention.
Kissing me
Kicking me
Awake.
Breathe.
In out
Deep long
My heart beats.
Within me
Is life
Awake.
Noise.
Subliminal cracks
Implicit whispers
I must hear.
Until everyone
Goes home
Awake.
Dreams.
Prolific intruders
Fortune seekers
Real like this.
Sleeping life
Keeps me
Awake.
I am a mother. Ailed by my children. Deserted by my husband. Abandoned by the angels.
But mother, you are perfect.
I am a little girl. Kicked by my mother. Ignored by my father. Raped by my teacher.
But little girl, you are perfect.
I am an old woman. Forsaken by love. Alone by death. Hopeless by life.
But old woman, you are perfect.
How can I go on?
Drink your tears Let sorrow metastasize into joy. Heed the lesson Turn your face towards the sun.
Abandonment makes room for love, Abuse undresses the ugly. Without a valley There's no view from the mountain.
You were born perfect Steeped in a cup of grace. Painted by the devas Kissed by the breath of life.
